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"You didn't? Well, between you and me, I would have never guessed. You have a doctor's touch." Isla smiles to him, tilting her head before glancing back to concentrate on her incisions. "Do you suppose if I walked you through everything that I know, it would be as good as passed?" she asks. "We could start a Wren Society medical licence." It's probably quite a good idea, but perhaps would be bettwe for discussion at another time. The medic completes the secondary cuts, preparing her tools to peel back the flesh and reveal the ribcage beneath, but Nate's remarks draw her attention back. Whilst one hand, the fingers still sharp with blades, lingers on his skin, the other reaches for Nate's to give it a gentle squeeze. "What are you worried about?" she asks, Isla's gaze still on his chest, her tone calm and warm. "If you walk me through it, I can help the two of us." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die